Chapter 351: Divine Perception, You're a Shadow Deity!

Chapter 351: Divine Perception, You're a Shadow Deity!

"After this drink, let's capture the remnant soul together!"

Jiang Qingjiao's face lit up with joy, a hint of vigor and confidence in his expression.

This trip to Tianyue City had been incredibly fruitful.

Not only had he obtained the invaluable Heavenly Demon Blood, but he was also about to seize a significant opportunity.

"Let's drink together!"

The three people in the room were all quite happy and drank the wine in one gulp.

Suddenly, a calm voice unexpectedly echoed through the private room.

"Oh dear, someone actually dares to plot my assassination in secret."

The voice's sudden appearance caused the three people's expressions to change slightly.

Their divine perception surged out, trying to locate the source of the sound. At this moment, their spiritual power erupted, and they were on high alert.

As the voice trailed off, two figures appeared in the private room.

A handsome man was embracing a cold and elegant woman in a black skirt. The man's face showed signs of anger, while the woman's eyes were icy, seemingly carrying a chill, and she didn't look like someone to be trifled with.

However, when her gaze fell upon the man beside her, it was filled with adoration and affection.

Upon seeing the couple, Freedom Wanderer's eyes narrowed.

He couldn't sense their strength, which made him cautious.

For some reason, he felt a vague sense of familiarity with the two people before him.

Jiang Qingjiao quickly bowed, "Senior, have I misunderstood something? I am Jiang Qingjiao from the Battle Deity Sect."

He mentioned his sect, hoping to make this mysterious cultivator wary.

"Where's the misunderstanding? My wife was just eating watermelon in the room when she suddenly heard someone say they wanted to kill me, so she brought me here," Qi Yuan said lazily.

Ning Tao smiled, "My husband is right. Just now, I heard someone mention wanting to slay 'Qi Yuan'."

As she spoke, Ning Tao's eyes held a hint of murderous intent.

Upon hearing this, the Dual-Pupil Man from the World of Demons thought of something, and his face changed dramatically, "Divine Perception, you're a Shadow Deity!"

Any cultivator who reaches the Dark Deity Realm possesses the ability of Divine Perception.

Within a certain range, if someone calls out a deity's name or mutters it, the deity will sense it.

Therefore, ordinary cultivators dare not directly call out the names of Shadow Deities, nor would they speak ill of deities behind their backs.

Yet, they had mentioned Qi Yuan, casually bringing it up, and even though they had used a soundproofing formation in the private room, someone had still heard them.

If it wasn't Divine Perception, what else could it be?

However, there was something peculiar about this.

Divine Perception should only detect one's own name, right?

This woman had heard the name Qi Yuan.

Usually, the first name that Divine Perception picks up is the most important person to the deity, and that person is usually themselves.

"A deity?"

Hearing this, both Freedom Wanderer and Jiang Qingjiao were completely dumbfounded.

The woman beside Qi Yuan... was a Shadow Deity?

"Deity, please don't misunderstand, it's all a misunderstanding!" Jiang Qingjiao immediately knelt down.

If the other party was a Divine Infant, he would have been cautious, but not overly fearful.

But since the other party was a Shadow Deity, on par with the founding ancestor of the Battle Deity Sect, he could only kneel.

Freedom Wanderer also didn't hesitate and knelt, "It's all a misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding? Do you mean my wife imagined it?" Qi Yuan was enraged.

He naturally believed Ning Tao's words without a doubt.

"No..." Jiang Qingjiao's mind was in turmoil, and he didn't know how to explain.

After all, they did have murderous intentions towards Qi Yuan.

But who would have thought that Qi Yuan's wife was a Shadow Deity Venerable.

Such a venerable figure, why hadn't she ascended to the Upper Plane and instead remained in the lower realm?

"Senior, we..."

"He has already introduced himself, now it's your turn." Qi Yuan looked at the Dual-Pupil Man and Freedom Wanderer.

He took note of the Battle Deity Sect's name.

This sect's name was a bit audacious, and he thought it deserved a good beating.

He wanted to see what kind of background the other two had.

These three had such audacity, daring to plot against him. He didn't believe they had no backing.

"I am but a wandering cultivator."

"I... am an unaffiliated cultivator."

"One truth, one lie, it doesn't matter anymore." Qi Yuan shook his head, "Anyway... you're all going to die."

"Senior, please spare our lives!"

Jiang Qingjiao begged for mercy, but when he heard Qi Yuan's voice, his face paled.

"He must be bluffing, what kind of Shadow Deity is he!" Jiang Qingjiao thought.

At this moment, Jiang Qingjiao gave it his all, unleashing his most powerful techniques.

Freedom Wanderer also understood that their only hope was to strike with all their might.

Spiritual power surged around the two of them, emitting a powerful glow.

Jiang Qingjiao had already reached the Core Essence Realm.

As for Freedom Wanderer, he was the legendary Pseudo-Divine Infant expert.

The power of their attacks was astonishing and could easily destroy an entire street.

Qi Yuan yawned at the sight, "Their angry expressions are so adorable, just like my cat when it's fluffed up."

When one is too weak, anger and rage appear cute in the eyes of a stronger opponent.

"So cute, I could die from it."

Qi Yuan watched the attacking duo and stretched out his fist.

As the saying goes, one force to break a thousand techniques.

At this moment, he wasn't using any techniques, only the power of his physical body.

The Martial Path and the Immortal Path, two distinct ways of cultivating the physical body, had reached a terrifying level of empowerment for Qi Yuan.

Without any immortal arts or qi and blood power, it was solely the strength of the flesh.

Jiang Qingjiao and Freedom Wanderer were like metal drawn to a magnet, their bodies colliding with Qi Yuan's fist.

Boom.

Like watermelons smashing against a hammer, their skulls had not even touched Qi Yuan's fist.

Yet, their skulls shattered like watermelons.

Their bodies, like rag dolls, sprayed blood-red cotton.

It wasn't just cotton, and it wasn't just blood; from a holistic perspective, it was evident that this punch had knocked out the very souls of Jiang Qingjiao and Freedom Wanderer.

"How adorable."

Qi Yuan retracted his hand, and two more bodies lay on the ground.

The Dual-Pupil Man trembled, his body shivering.

"Do you have a younger brother with supreme bones?" Qi Yuan asked.

"No... I don't," the Dual-Pupil Man replied, confused but truthful.

"You don't?" Qi Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. "Then why are you so adorable?"

With a wave of his hand, the Dual-Pupil Man also fell at that moment.

Qi Yuan now held a pair of eyeballs in his hand.

He sighed, recalling a famous saying, and couldn't help but blurt out, "Dual pupils are inherently invincible, why bother borrowing others' bones?"

...

Divine Warrior Tower, located in a mountain range in Feng Hai City.

The name of this mountain has now been changed to Divine Warrior Mountain.

This tower, towering at forty stories high, stood out starkly against the surrounding mountains and trees.

It was a prominent landmark.

Divine Warrior Tower was once the most bustling tower in Feng Hai City, standing in the heart of the city center.

The old ancestor of the Battle Deity Sect set his sights on this tower and, with sheer force, uprooted it and relocated it to Divine Warrior Mountain, establishing it as the sect's base camp in Gong Xing.

This grand feat was even live-streamed, attracting countless viewers who praised the event.

As a result, the Battle Deity Sect gained significant popularity in Qin Yuan Kingdom, surpassing other sects in terms of recognition.

After all, no other sect could match the Battle Deity Sect's boldness.

This feat also attracted a constant stream of seekers wishing to join the sect.

On Divine Warrior Mountain, a continuous stream of disciples came to seek apprenticeship.

At this moment, Shen Yang stood in the Divine Warrior Tower, looking like a lowly soldier, wearing a faded white shirt. When he saw someone approaching, he instinctively bowed.

This was a habit formed after years of living in society.

"Your talent is average, barely qualifying as lower-tier," said a young man, his demeanor arrogant, exuding the pride of a cultivator. "You didn't pass the entrance exam."

"Thank you, Immortal Elder," Shen Yang replied, his expression bitter as disappointment flashed in his eyes.

This time, he had spent several hundred Qin Yuan coins to come to Feng Hai City. The night before, at midnight, he had lined up on Divine Warrior Mountain, but the result... was this. It made him feel quite dejected.

Apparently, he was truly useless.

Unable to make money and lacking talent for cultivation, he saw no hope in his life.

"However," the young man changed his tone, "a senior brother has taken a liking to you. He thinks you're hardworking and is willing to give you a chance to become his sword slave."

"Sword slave?" Shen Yang clenched his teeth, his expression changing.

The term 'sword slave' clearly implied servitude.

In the sect's hierarchy, it was akin to a menial disciple, and no one would intervene if the master harmed them.

"This opportunity won't come again. Your talent is only lower-tier, and in other sects, you wouldn't even qualify as a menial disciple. It's only because that senior brother sees potential in you that you're being given this chance," the young man continued.

In truth, the young man's words were mostly false.

Shen Yang's talent actually met the Battle Deity Sect's entrance requirements.

In the 1619 version of the book, it was clearly stated without error!

However, the senior brother had taken a liking to Shen Yang, so he approached the elder, leading to this situation.

The young man deliberately misreported Shen Yang's talent to force him to become the senior brother's menial disciple.

Shen Yang, thinking of his aging parents and his hopeless life, began to speak, "I..."

But before he could finish, the arrogant young man interrupted, "Don't be too quick to agree. Becoming a senior brother's sword slave isn't easy, especially with your low talent.

All you need to do is donate one million Qin Yuan coins, and you can become the senior brother's sword slave.

Don't think a million coins is a lot. Once you become a cultivator, you'll earn it back in a year.

Looking at your appearance, I doubt you have much money, but surely you have a house in the city. Sell the house, invest in cultivation, and you'll never lose."

The young man seemed to have Shen Yang cornered, directly bringing up money.

After all, he had tried this tactic several times with great success.

Rich people wouldn't miss a million coins, and even the middle class would grit their teeth and bear it. As for the poor, they would sell everything they had for their children's progress.

But when Shen Yang heard this, his expression became resolute, "I'm sorry, I don't have the money. Forget it, I guess I have no destiny with the Immortal Path."

He was fine with other requests, but asking for money was out of the question.

Regardless of whether he had a million coins or not, he needed to save his remaining money for his parents' retirement.

In the pursuit of immortality, dangers abound. If he were to take a million just for his own pleasure and then die, what would become of his parents, left without even their retirement savings?

So, he resolutely refused.

The young man's face turned grim upon hearing this, not expecting such an outcome: "Shen Yang, you'd better think this through. There won't be another chance like this.

You and the Immortal Path will be completely severed."

"I've made up my mind."

Shen Yang's response was straightforward; he wanted no money.

The young man's eyes flickered with a hint of murderous intent.

Given the circumstances, Shen Yang would not live to leave the Battle Deity Sect.

After all, if Shen Yang were to go to other sects for testing and his potential was exposed, it would be problematic.

"It seems you and our Battle Deity Sect are not fated," the young man sighed, patting Shen Yang's shoulder.

A special scent was transferred from his hand onto Shen Yang's body, marking him.

The young man intended to wait for Shen Yang to leave before personally taking action.

After all, on such a vast mountain as the Divine Warrior Mountain, one less life shouldn't matter, right?

Even if there were consequences, the sect would handle it.

Bidding farewell to the young man, Shen Yang walked out of the Divine Warrior Tower with a desolate expression.

The sun outside was particularly dazzling, and he took out his phone to book a return ticket. If time allowed, he could still go back to deliver afternoon and evening takeaways.

He could earn some money, so he'd take whatever he could get.

However, when he opened his phone, a message suddenly caught his eye.

He clicked on the video message, and his expression froze for a moment.

"Do you lack love?"

"Do you lack care?"

"Has it been a long time since you last saw your grandfather and grandmother?"

The video in the message had a compelling robotic voice.

Shen Yang also thought of his grandparents.

However, they had passed away when he was very young.

"Today, you are no longer alone."

"Grandfather Delivery Website is now open, and we are offering a grand opening special. Anyone who participates in our 'Send Grandpa' campaign and meets the conditions can receive one or more grandfathers and grandmothers.

Even if you cannot meet the conditions, Grandfather Delivery Website is still generous and will call you 'grandson' or 'granddaughter'..."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yang felt perplexed, even suspecting a prank. But when he heard the words "grandson" and "granddaughter," his expression changed abruptly.

Because that voice was too familiar.

"Isn't this him?"

Almost a year ago, Shen Yang had come across an account that seemed to belong to a cultivator.

The cultivator had also posted a video with three marriage certificates.

In that video, the man's voice was simple and clear: "We're married."

At that time, Shen Yang had followed the account, even spending a fortune on tips and mustering the courage to leave a comment.

However, there was no response.

Initially, he had watched that video countless times, and the young man's voice was all too familiar.

Now, this voice, filled with warmth, calling out "grandson" and "granddaughter," belonged to that very person.

His heart raced.

He quickly opened other apps to search for "Grandfather Delivery Website," only to find that various apps, platforms, and even game splash screens were advertising the site's launch.

"This..."

He took a deep breath.

The top trending searches were also about the site's launch.

Meanwhile, the young people who wanted to join the Battle Deity Sect had also seen the information about Grandfather Delivery Website and were discussing it.

"Hey, what's up with this Grandfather Delivery Website? Is it a hacker's prank?"

"Grandfather delivery, that's too much, right?"

"It's so bizarre; it's getting out of hand."

"Even Qin Yuan TV is broadcasting it. Has the world finally gone crazy, as I imagined?"

"Is this taking advantage of us?"

"What does it mean to send grandfathers and grandmothers?"

"It doesn't feel right. They want us to send blood samples; could it be aliens trying to obtain our genes?"

"I think one of the Seven Martial Stars elders has a health issue and needs a blood type match, so they're collecting blood samples from everyone in the morning for matching!

Otherwise, how could such a stingy country afford to give us a 500-yuan subsidy?"

"They're finally not pretending anymore."

The launch of Grandfather Delivery Website sparked various speculations and doubts.

No one knew what it was all about.

At that moment, Shen Yang held his phone, feeling a tremor of excitement.

He had a hunch that this was an opportunity.

After all, the person he had followed initially didn't seem ordinary; he was a cultivator.

He had even existed before the Three Realms descended.

Most importantly, from the man's brief words, Shen Yang felt that he... wasn't some great villain.

Otherwise, after selling the cultivation technique, he wouldn't have kindly informed him that the technique had been sold.

"Should I give it a try?" Shen Yang wondered.

After all, this didn't require a million.

At most, it would cost him his life.

But there might be a chance to step onto the path of immortality.

This was better than spending a million to become a sword slave in the Battle Deity Sect.

(End of Chapter)

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